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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.