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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.