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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.