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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.