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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.