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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.