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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.