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 Panama 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Can,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.