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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.