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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.