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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.