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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.