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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Magazine,
Crime,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.