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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Nico,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.