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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.