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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.