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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.