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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Index,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.