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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.