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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Can,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.