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 Congo 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.