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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.