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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.