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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Slave,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.