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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.