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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.