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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Magma,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.