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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.