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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Nico,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Monks,
The Index,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.