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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Faust,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.