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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.