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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.