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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Whodini,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.