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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.