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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.