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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.