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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Remains,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.