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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.