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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.