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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.