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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.