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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.