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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.