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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Scion,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.