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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.