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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.