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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.