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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.