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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.