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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.