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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.