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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.