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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Lalann,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.