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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.