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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.