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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.