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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
the Germs,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.