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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.