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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Association to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.