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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.