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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.