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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Yaz,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
UT,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.