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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.