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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.