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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.