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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.