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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Hashim,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.