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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.