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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Searchers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.