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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.