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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Japan,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.