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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.