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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Television,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
PIL,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.