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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Swans to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.