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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.