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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.