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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.