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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.