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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.