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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.