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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.