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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.