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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.