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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.