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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.