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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Mars to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.