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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.