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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.