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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.