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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.