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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.