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 India and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.