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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.