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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.