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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.