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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.