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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Franke,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.