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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.