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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Wings to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.