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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Technova,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.