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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Index,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.