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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.