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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.