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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.