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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.