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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.