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 Monaco 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.