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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.