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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy 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?
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.