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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.