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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.