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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.