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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.