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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.