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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.