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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Gong to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.