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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Crime,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.