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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.