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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.