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 Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.