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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.