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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.