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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.