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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.