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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.