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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.