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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.