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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.