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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.