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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.