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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.