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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Brick,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.