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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Yaz,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.