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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
UT,
Crime,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.