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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.