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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.