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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.