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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Smiths to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.