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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.