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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Residents,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.