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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.