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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.