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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Swans,
cv313,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
MDC,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.