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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.