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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.