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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Index,
Excepter,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.