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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.