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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.