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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.