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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.