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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.