Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.