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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.