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 Romania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.