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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.