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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Organ,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.