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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.