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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.