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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
PIL,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.