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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.