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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.