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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.