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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.