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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.