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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.