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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.