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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.