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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Monks,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.