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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.