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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.