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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Index,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.