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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.