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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.