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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.