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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.