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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Can,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
X-101,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.