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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.