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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Index,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.