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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.