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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.