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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.