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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Fear to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Residents,
Monks,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.