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 Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.