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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
10cc,
Ice-T,
DNA,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.