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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Los Fastidios 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.