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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Excepter,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.