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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.