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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Organ,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.