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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.