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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.