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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.