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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.