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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.