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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.