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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.