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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.