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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.