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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.