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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.