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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Swans,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.