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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.