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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.