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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.