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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Motorama,
MDC,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.