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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.