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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.