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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.