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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.