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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Can,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.