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 India and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.