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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.