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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.