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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.