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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.