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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.