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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.