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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.