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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.