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 Djibouti 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.