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 Paraguay 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Crime,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.