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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.