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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Can,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.