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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.