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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.