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 Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.