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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.