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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.