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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.