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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Scientists,
Can,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.