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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.