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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.