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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.