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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.