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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.