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 Japan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.