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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Ronan,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
AZ,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.