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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lungfish 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
MDC,
The Human League,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.