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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.