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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.