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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.