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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
ABC,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.