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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.