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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.