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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.