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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.