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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.