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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Skarface,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.