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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.