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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.