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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 June Days to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
DNA,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.