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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images 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?
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
MDC,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.