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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.