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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
ABBA,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.