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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Pole,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.