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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Monks,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.