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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.