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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.