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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.