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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.