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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.