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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.