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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.