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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.