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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.