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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.