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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
X-101,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.