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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.