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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.