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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Wire,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Cybotron,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.