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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Saints to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
MDC,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.