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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.