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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.