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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.