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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.