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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
UT,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.