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 Romania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 808 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 Smiths to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
the Normal,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.