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 Qatar and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.