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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.