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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.