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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.