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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.