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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.