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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.