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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.