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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.