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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.