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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.