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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.