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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.