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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.