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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.