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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.