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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.