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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.