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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.