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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.