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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.