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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.