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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.