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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.