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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.