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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.