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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.