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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.