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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.