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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.