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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.