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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.