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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 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?
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
The Doors,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.