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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.