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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.