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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.