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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.