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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.