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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.