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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.