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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.