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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.