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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.