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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pole 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.