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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.