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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
UT,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.