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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.