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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
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.