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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.