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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.