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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.