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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.