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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.