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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.