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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Scrapy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.