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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.