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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.