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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.