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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Wake,
X-101,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.