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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.