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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.