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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.