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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.