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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
The Names,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.