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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.