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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.