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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.