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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.