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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.