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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.