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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.