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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
PIL,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.