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 Sao Paulo.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.