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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Flipper,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.