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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.