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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.