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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Skriet,
Magazine,
X-101,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.