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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.