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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.