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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.