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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.