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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.