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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.