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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.