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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.