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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.