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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.