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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.