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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Organ,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.