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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
X-101,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.