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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.