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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.