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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Can,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.