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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.