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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.