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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.