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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.