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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
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 snare 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.