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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.