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 Israel 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Can,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.