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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.