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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.