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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.