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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.