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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.