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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.