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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.