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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.