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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.