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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.