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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.