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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.