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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.