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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.