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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.