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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.