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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Wings,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.