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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.