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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.