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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.