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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.