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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.