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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.