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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.