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 Greece 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.