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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.