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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.