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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.