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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.