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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.