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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.