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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.