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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.