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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.