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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.