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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.