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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.