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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.