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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
X-102,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.