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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
UT,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.