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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.