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 Poland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.