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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.