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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.