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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.