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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.