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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.