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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Toronto and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.