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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Television,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.