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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.