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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.