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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.