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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.