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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.