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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.