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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.