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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.