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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 808 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.