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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.