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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.