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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Urselle,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.