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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.