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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.