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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.