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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.