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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Smog,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.