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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.