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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.