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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.