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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.