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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.