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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Wings,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.