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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.