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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.