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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.