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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.