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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.