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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.