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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.