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 Bangladesh 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.