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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.