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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.