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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.