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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.