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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.