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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Technova,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.