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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
X-101,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.