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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.