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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.