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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.