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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.