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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.