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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.