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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.