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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.