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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.