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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.