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 Botswana and from New York.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.