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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.