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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Magma,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.