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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Germs to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.