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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.