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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.