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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.