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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.