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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.