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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.