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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.