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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.