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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.