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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.