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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.