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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.