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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.