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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.