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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.