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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.