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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.