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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
John Holt,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.