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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Franke,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.