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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.