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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Organ,
The Slits,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.