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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.