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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
X-102,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Smog,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.