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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.