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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.