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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.