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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.