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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.