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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.