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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.