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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.