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 and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.