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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.