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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.