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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.